Christmas eve. It's almost over.
Fever still running around 100.6. I can't keep the dogs off of me- they think I'm their own private heating unit. That's OK, I like the snuggles. Except when they dont smell so good.
It's apparently not the fish poop, as I managed to give it to tankboi. There is a certain charm in having something infectious. (Which almost makes me want to break into a little Infectious Grooves, but I would be dating myself.) Is it bad that I feel like going out and breathing on people? Not everyone, just people who look like they deserve a little flu.
Fever still running around 100.6. I can't keep the dogs off of me- they think I'm their own private heating unit. That's OK, I like the snuggles. Except when they dont smell so good.
It's apparently not the fish poop, as I managed to give it to tankboi. There is a certain charm in having something infectious. (Which almost makes me want to break into a little Infectious Grooves, but I would be dating myself.) Is it bad that I feel like going out and breathing on people? Not everyone, just people who look like they deserve a little flu.


















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